Date: Wed, 7 Aug 2019 07:49:17 -0700 From: JustMe Subject: Jackson Pt 5 The following story is fiction. It involves scenes of a sexual nature between an adult man and a teenage boy. If this is not your thing, please move along. I want to give special recognition to the blog, https://speedychopslover.blogspot.com/ for the inspiration for this story. If you enjoy having this resource, please consider a donation to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. The following weekend I was in my front yard watering some plants when Jackson strolled up. "Hey Greg, guess what day it is?" "Saturday?" I answered like the wise-ass I can sometimes be. "Well, yeah. And, it's my birthday!" "Ah, cool. Happy Birthday! Get anything special?" "No, not yet, but I know what I want," he said with a grin as he lifted his brows slightly. I did not miss the subtle reference to our experience of a few weeks ago. In fact, the more I tried to set it aside in my mind, the more I seemed to be obsessed with it. But I was determined not to give in, knowing the consequences to not only my marriage but also to Jackson's emotions. "Well aren't we being cheeky?" I retorted, friendly enough but also with the intent to move the line of conversation in another direction. He just smiled at me and said "I can't wait to see what you have for me,'' laughed, and went towards his house. Right before entering the front door, he turned to me and said, "I'm sure I'll like it whatever it is", and disappeared into the house. Monday morning as I was just getting to the office, Mike stopped me in the hall "He Greg, how was your weekend?" "Pretty uneventful, mostly did chores around the house." I was pretty sure where he was going with the conversation but I wasn't keen to talk about it. "How about we have lunch one day this week, say tomorrow?" He asked. "Um, sure" I replied while secretly hoping I could come up with a reason to get me out of it. "Great, see you," he said as he strode off toward his office. I spent the rest of the day wondering how I was going to find an excuse to not meet Mike for lunch, but I couldn't come up with anything. And, I reasoned, it's not like Mike is going to judge me or think I'm weird. This guy has stories that will make a sailor blush. Sure enough, the next morning Mike caught up with me coming in and reminded me that we had lunch plans that day. We spoke briefly, deciding on a place that Mike suggested that was intimate and quiet. So yeah, I was pretty sure where the conversation would be going. Right at noon he stuck his head into my office "Hey Greg, you about ready to go?" "Sure", I replied, "let me just get this email out. I'll meet you in the reception area." Sure enough, when we got to the restaurant I discovered that Mike had reserved us a small table in the back, away from the listening ears of fellow diners. We made small take and ordered our lunch, then Mike leaned into me and asked "so, how did it go?" "How did what go?" I feigned ignorance. "Oh come on, you know what I mean. Did you use the juice?" I had had over 24 hours to think about what I was going to say when this inevitable question was raised, and I still hadn't decided what it was going to be. But I also knew that Mike wasn't going to be fooled if I said that I hadn't yet tried it and he could see in my eyes that I was lying. I must have hesitated too long because he impatiently followed up with, "Well, I guess I know the answer!" "Look, Mike, I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about it yet." I said to try and avoid this very uncomfortable conversation. "Oh come on, Greg!", he laughed. "First of all, you came to me to get cunt juice! Second, look who you are talking to. Do you really think I"m going to give a shit what you did or who you did it with?" I blushed a little at the realization that Mike had already determined in his mind that I had used it on myself. But I also knew he was right, Mike was the last person in the world to judge me. So I decided to tell him the truth....well, leaving out the fact that the person I was with was Jackson, my teenage neighbor. "Uh, well, yeah, I did use it once. It was, um, interesting" I managed to stutter. "Interesting? That's a loaded word! Ok fine, if you aren't going to give up the juicy details, I'm going to ask you some questions until I get them out of you." I squirmed a little in my seat but didn't protest. Mike must have seen this as my silent agreement for him to continue. "First of all, did you use it on yourself or someone else?" "I took it myself", I admitted "Hmmm...and were you alone or with someone else?" he followed up with. "Mike, I was with someone else. Please don't ask specifics about who because I'm not going to tell you." "Ok, ok" he said holding his hands up in a defensive pose. "I won't ask with who, but I'm dying to know what happened. Were you with another dude?" "Yes," I croaked, realizing that now he probably thought that I was a closet case. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, pausing a bit before asking his next question. "So, you and another dude were alone and you took the pussy juice? Did it work?" "Oh, it definitely worked," I answered nervously. "Did you get fucked?" he whispered in almost a hiss. "No!" I protested, wondering if he could see in my eyes that I really wished that I had. "Damn. So, what did you do?" "Mostly exploring. Seeing what it was like." "Did you let the other guy touch you?" he asked. I took a small breath and let it out, not knowing what to say. Finally I came up with "a little bit". "And did the other guy take it as well?" Damn, I felt like I was stepping into a trap that was about to spring. "No" "Why not?" he insisted "Look, I don't think either of us planned what would happen. For some reason I took it and he didn't. We checked it out, got a good laugh and that was the end of it." "Bullshit, Greg. You're telling me that you and another dude got together, one of you grew a cunt and the other of you didn't fuck that cunt. I'm finding that hard to believe". I was getting a little irritated now, and I knew that I had already said too much. "Mike, you asked me to tell you about it, I did, and that's the end of the story. I don't care if you don't believe me." Staring at me intently he said, "Dude, I just know that if it was me you were with when you took that juice, I would have fucked you silly". I swallowed hard and was barely able to regain my composure as the server arrived with our food. The rest of the lunch was small talk though I could see that Mike had a slight twinkle in his eye. And I could swear that every once in a while he would gradually graze my shoe with his. Nevertheless, he didn't bring up the topic again, other than to tell me to let him know if I needed more juice. A couple of days later my wife asked me to stop at the store to pick up a couple of things on my way home from work. After grabbing the requested items and a few other things, I made my way to the cashier. Startled, I realized that I was passing right through the condom section. Without giving myself a chance to think about it, I reached out and grabbed a familiar brand from my college days and placed the package in my cart. Suddenly realizing what I had done, I picked them back up, replaced them and, spotting a different item, put that in my car instead. I could have sworn I saw a twinkle in the cashier's eyes as she rang up my three pack of Magnum Large Size condoms.